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Mynes Om Pent
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The Influence How unfortinate
I have the gift of forsight
maybe im wasted
color changes imminent
no need for specticles
lost in centriplicle perpetual patterns
take me away from all these latteral lines
ride the lines of longitudes
to find location location location
somthing a little more sacred
confuse rays singing the blues for days
aurua glows. lights shine.
majestic symetric isosymmitry
stride thru the waters
float on the rythems of the consitant flow
maybe im faded medicated
lost in my own equations
paths and plots
to exert some type of feel
numbness typical stress
life living in a jar
i am my minds own pet
body of something offset
wishing to be forever lost
as a drive into a sunset
